Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

Half an hour passed, Ye Fan still didn't have any thoughts, frowning tightly, his face was full of anxiety, and he tightly grasped the pen in his hand.

No!

He was struggling in his heart, unwilling to accept such a situation.

Not far away, the prodigal son looked at him, shook his head slightly, and frowned slightly.

In this way, another two quarters of an hour passed.

That is to say, there are only two quarters of an hour left.

On the stage, Wang Qinghan also came back to her senses, and there was an indescribable look in her beautiful eyes, like...

The color of obsession?

There was only a hint of it, which was not easy to detect, and she immediately restrained it again.

Gradually, she opened her jade hand lightly, and began to write poems born in her heart.

All the people who had finished composing poems realized that she, a talented woman, had begun to write, and all cast admiring and even admiring gazes.

The jade hand moved lightly, the handwriting was unbelievably beautiful, within ten breaths, it was finished.

After finishing writing, the corners of her lips curled slightly, outlining a beautiful and elegant light smile, as if she was very satisfied with the poem she had written, but at the same time yearning for it, a look of yearning appeared inadvertently in her eyes.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, still didn't have any good thoughts, and his brain was in a mess. As time went by, he watched a special incense on the stage burn more and more, and less than a quarter of it was left. I was sweating anxiously.

And the more nervous and irritable he is, the more confused his mind is, the less he can think of things, the less inspiration he has, and he can't suddenly have inspiration.

I also conceived a lot of poems and verses, but I was not particularly satisfied. I felt that I couldn't make myself stand out in this literati competition, and I couldn't get the chance to enter the Wang family.

There are not a few people like him, and the environment they are in now is different from the quiet and alone environment they usually stay in.

Feeling tense, cramped, or even flustered.

These negative emotions will affect them directly and intuitively.

So the mentality is also very important.

Ye Fan would not be like this if he was taking other tests, but poetry is indeed his weakness, so he showed such an eager and nervous look.

In this way, time continued to pass, and the prodigal son could not help sighing when he saw that the boy was still anxious and flustered.

Pity.

If this kid can't stand out from the crowd, it means that he has one less object to use.

I really need someone like him.

"There is only a quarter of an hour left, please pay attention."

At this moment, Wang Qinghan on the stage uttered a jade tone and reminded.

As the pleasant jade sound entered their ears, some people who were particularly anxious and uneasy felt that these negative influences in their hearts dissipated a little, and their hearts calmed down a little.

It's not that Wang Qinghan's voice is nice, but that she has such a skill.

It is to be able to soothe the restless hearts of others through sound.

It stands to reason that it is not allowed to help them like this, but Wang Qinghan saw them like this, and still did not hold back and decided to help them for a while.

Ye Fan was slightly taken aback as Yuyin entered his ears, his expression of extreme anxiety and anxiety dissipated a lot, and his heart became much calmer.

He was slightly startled, and immediately did something that shocked everyone present.

"pia!!!"

He suddenly slapped his face with both hands, making a loud and crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, her cheeks became red and swollen.

At the same time, he was completely awake, and there was no trace of confusion or anxiety in his eyes.

Seeing this, not only the prodigal son Miao was slightly startled, but even Wang Qinghan on the stage was startled by his actions.

This is?

Calm yourself down through pain?

Butler Wang on the other side also narrowed his old eyes slightly, and gave Ye Fan a hint of appreciation.

Although this son is an ordinary person, he has no talent for cultivation since he was a child, and only studies.

But unlike most people who only read books, he has an unyielding energy, which most cultivators do not have.

It's a great quality, a great trait.

After completely waking up and calming down, Ye Fan raised his eyes again to look at the full moon above the sky, still emitting a golden halo.

Just watching quietly like this, forgetting that there is only a quarter of an hour left before the end.

In this way, about a pot of tea time passed.

I saw that the high-hanging full moon was suddenly covered by a layer of clouds, and the clouds eroded the full moon bit by bit until it was completely covered.

Seeing this scene actually happening in front of his eyes, Ye Fan's expression froze slightly, and his eyes widened a little.

An inexplicable feeling flooded into his heart all of a sudden, as if some kind of artistic conception in line with some thoughts in his heart was coming.

It seemed that I was about to get some inspiration.

His heart became more peaceful for a while, and he even blinked his eyes for a long time, just looking at the sky quietly like this.

There are less than 10 minutes left now.

Basically everyone finished writing, and some people who didn't come up with satisfactory verses also wrote down their unsatisfactory verses because they were afraid of running out of time.

All of them showed a dejected expression, struggling hard, and clenching their teeth.

It seemed that he couldn't accept his own defeat this time.

I even felt resentful in my heart, thinking that it was an injustice of nature, and deliberately asked such a topic that I was not good at.

Immediately, Ye Fan was the only one left in the competition who did not write. He looked up at the full moon in the sky that was completely covered by clouds, and there was nothing in his eyes except concentration and calmness.

It was as if he had really fallen into a special state.

Everyone also turned their attention to him.

Some people watched calmly, without any disturbance in their hearts.

Some people expected him to be able to write it at this last moment.

And some people want to see him make a fool of himself.

It was the ordinary people outside who wished for his death, those who felt that he had done something they dared not do, and rejected him in their hearts.

Some of them were just defeated, and the resentment and dissatisfaction in their hearts became heavier.

They even cast hostile gazes at Ye Fan, wanting to watch him make a fool of themselves, but they couldn't write anything in the end, so that they could gain some comfort in their hearts.

Someone is more of a failure than yourself.

"There are people who fail more than yourself."

This is a relatively common and ironic mentality.

Many people have had such thoughts to cover up the shame in their hearts.

There are people who have failed more than me, and I am not particularly ashamed.

Self-consolation, self-deception.

But what if someone actually failed more than you?

Can you change the fact that you failed?

No.

It can only bring some small self-comfort to your fragile, weak and shameful heart.

Seeing Ye Fan in such a state, the prodigal son couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

this.............

This is where the plot goes.

This guy is really not simple.

Everyone finished writing, but he didn't finish writing, and then he was watched by everyone.

I rely on.

Isn't this the treatment only the protagonist has?

???

The prodigal son was very shocked, even a little excited.

Ye Fan even began to imagine in his mind for a while that at the end of the moment, Ye Fan began to write amazing poems.

"System, are you sure this guy is not a lucky guy?"

The prodigal son asked in surprise in his heart.

[No, at least not here. 】

[Of course it may be my problem, the host will do what he thinks in his heart]

Hearing the words of the system, the prodigal son nodded slightly.

Indeed, he didn't listen to everything the system said. He was 90.00% sure that he was definitely not simple.

I must contact him to see if I can use him.

"Master, is he alone?"

Lian Qingqiu was also aware of the current situation, snuggled into the prodigal son's arms and murmured sleepily.

She is indeed sleepy.

the atmosphere.

"Ah."

The prodigal son hummed lightly, and looked at Ye Fan intently, looking forward to his performance for a while.

And just like that, time continued to pass.

Both Wang Qinghan on the stage and Wang Butler on the other side showed a look of anticipation and nervousness.

Steward Wang hoped that Ye Fan could write it down.

The same goes for Wang Qinghan.

Because she observed that Ye Fan's state at the moment is very engrossed, and she is very familiar with this state.

And in this state, it is easiest to make good works.

5 minutes.

4 minutes.

3 minutes.

Only about 3 minutes left.

Seeing that the special incense on the stage burned shorter and shorter, there was only a little bit left, and it was about to burn out completely.

The look of anticipation and tension on everyone's faces intensified.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, still raised his eyes and looked at the full moon in the sky that was still completely covered by clouds in a state of ecstasy, and he couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.

Everyone was puzzled, wondering what he was doing?

The moon in the sky, the title of this poem, is covered by clouds, what else to look at?The topic is gone, so what's the use of it?

At this time, the prodigal son had already had a rough guess in his heart, his eyes widened, and Ye Fan glanced at the full moon in the sky covered by clouds.

"Isn't it? Hello?"

"It's not what you think in your heart, is it?"

He complained a little excitedly.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Hey, hey, do you want to be so intrusive?

what?

This is so?

Is it really the protagonist's plot?

For a moment, the prodigal son even felt his scalp tingling.

Because his spiritual sense detected it, the clouds began to disperse.

Sure enough, the clouds really began to dissipate slowly.

At this time, there were only 2 minutes left.

It can be seen that the special incense on the stage has been completely burned, and only a little bit can be seen.

It even feels like it will be over in a second.

But Ye Fan still kept his ears shut and seemed to be immersed in his own world.

It was as if everything in the outside world ceased to exist, except himself.

Finally, his engrossed eyes trembled slightly, and there was a touch of luster.

It's moonlight.

It was the bright yellow moonlight, reflecting in his eyes, the luster glowing.

The clouds began to disperse, revealing a corner of the full moon that had been covered.

Immediately afterwards, the clouds quickly dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until the entire full moon appeared again, hanging high in the sky.

Ye Fan's eyes trembled slightly, and his expression changed from original concentration to a trace of excitement.

Wang Qinghan raised his eyes to look at the full moon reappearing in the sky, and at the same time looked at Ye Fan's agitated expression, and the nervousness appeared on his face all of a sudden.

Because, the incense is going to burn out soon, right away!

The same goes for the others, with nervous expressions on their faces, much, much more nervous than Ye Fan himself.

It was as if they were the ones who were about to lose four of them right now.

At the same time, some people who didn't see Ye Fan's kindness looked ugly, looking forward to burning the incense on the stage quickly, because they also felt that something was wrong, as if Ye Fan really felt some artistic conception and was about to write some good poems.

Ye Fan suddenly came back to his senses, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, he immediately went to the pen on the brown wooden table in front of him, dipped it in ink and began to write smoothly.

This process is not long, but in the eyes of everyone, it feels like a long time has passed.

Very, very nervous.

Are you still looking at Ye Fan while watching the incense on the stage.

Not nervous enough, full of sense of substitution.

The same is true of the prodigal son.

He was more excited than anyone else. ,

Because he already had guesses in his mind ahead of time, and now all his predictions are going to be true.

This person is really too much like a protagonist template.

After this idea came into his mind, the prodigal son suddenly froze again, and fell into a question that popped up in his mind.

If Ye Fan is the protagonist template, then......

Saved his self outside......

What is it?

The system said that he was the fate of the villain.

Then he saved the person who might have the protagonist template.

So what is your template?

After this question came up in his mind, he immediately felt a little frightened.

A fluster and an urge to kill Ye Fan protruded from his heart.

I'm afraid that if I don't get rid of him now, I will be involved in some uncontrollable things in the future and will be affected in the future.

Ye Fan wrote his own poems smoothly, the excitement on his face was visible to the naked eye, as if he was very satisfied with the poems he wrote.

Pen stop.

As Ye Fan stopped writing, everyone began to breathe again, and they breathed again after holding their breath.

All the big rocks hanging in my heart were let go.

Suddenly looking at the incense on the stage, he saw that the incense had not completely extinguished.

But after a breath, it was completely extinguished, and there was no spark.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Catch up, just right, almost over.

After witnessing this astonishing event, everyone felt a little strange and insurmountable.

Wang Qinghan on the stage even stood up directly, wishing to go up to see what Ye Fan wrote right now.

Immediately afterwards, she immediately realized her indecentness, and immediately dissipated the expression that should not have been on her face, and continued doing it again. ,

How to open Yuyin and poured out:

"Time is over."